Runes To My Memory

We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail, Deep in the land of the Rus´. Following the wind in our sails, And the rhythm of the oars. No shelter in this hostile land, Constantly on guard. Ready to fight and defend Our ship ´til the bitter end.

We came under attack, I received a deadly wound. A spear was forced into my back Still I fought on.

When I am dead, Lay me in a mound. Raise a stone for all to see Runes carved to my memory

Now here I lay on the river bank A long, long way from home Life is pouring out of me Soon I will be gone.

I tilt my head to the side And think of those back home I see the river rushing by Like blood runs from my wound.

Here I lie on wet sand, I will not make it home. I clinch my sword in my hand, Say farewell to those I love.

When I am dead, Lay me in a mound. Place my weapons by my side For the journey to Hall up high When I am dead, Lay me in a mound. Raise a stone for all to see Runes carved to my memory

Asator

Thunder rolls across the plains, Thor rides in pouring rain. He rides to Jotumheim to fight Lightning strikes when Mjölner bites.

Fire! Burning in his eyes Fire! His hate is pure, see the lightning strike Fire! Burning in his eyes Fire! His hate is pure, see the lightning strike

Lightning cracks the blackened sky, Hear the thunder chariot ride All brave men with hearts of war Ride the path of mighty Thor

Son of thunder! Lighting strikes Son of thunder! Son of thunder! Thor Arise! Son of thunder!

Son Of Oden Thundergod Master of War Asator!

[Solo Söderberg]

Fire! Burning in his eyes Fire! His hate is pure, see the lightning strike Fire! Burning in his eyes Fire! His hate is pure, see the lightning strike

Hermod´s Ride To Hel - Loke´s Treachery Part I

[Hermod:] Ride Sleipner Ride for all you´re worth Faster then lightning, To the dark realms of the world

Through valleys of darkness On our way to Nifelheim To the halls of Hel Where my brother waits

Charge your horses across the fields Together we ride into destiny Have no fear of death, when it´s your time Oden will bring us home when we die!

The enemies are in disarray Ride them down as they run Send them to their violent graves, Don´t spare anyone Dead and wounded lie all around, See the pain in their eyes Over the field an eerie sound, As we hear the ravens´ cry

Under The Northern Star

The icy winter is creeping near Dark skies above us Biting frost in the air Darkness surrounds us

The cold piercing autumn breeze Fills the longships sail Soon the lakes and seas will freeze And snow will lay its veil

Many years we´ve been away Many oceans we have roamed Now the North star guides us on our way As we are heading home

The many hardships we´ve endured Have brought us rich reward Now the North star guides us home With cargo full of gold

Many friends died on the way Only few of us survived But I would gladly take their place In Odens hall up high

[Solo: Söderberg]

The icy winter is creeping near Dark skies above us Biting frost in the air Darkness surrounds us

Soon the lakes and seas will freeze And snow will lay its veil And we will long for the summer breeze Where we can set our sails

Prediction Of Warfare

Ships were prepared Weapons and shields Sails were raised We headed out to sea!

Norway disappeared in the east Our journey had begun Helpful winds gave us our speed Under a warming sun

Heading to the emerald land A fleet of 50 ships An army of two thousand men lead by the king

On the horizon dark clouds arose Thor rode across the black clouds As the night rolled in over us We felt the wrath of the storm

That night I was haunted by dreams An omen, of what was to come The serpent arose from the sea

Ready to strike With hammer in hand The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage! Fought for its life The serpent escaped Thor was in rage My dreams began to fade

Woke from dreams Sword in my hand The break of dawn We were closing in on Irish land Time to attack Grabbed our shields We came ashore And saw the waiting horde

The fight was short and deadly intense The Irish fought us well But as we gained the upperhand Their fighting spirit quelled

Ready to strike With swords in our hands They struggle with heart The Irish fell to our wrath Fought for his life Their king escaped With fury divine King Olaf threw his sword